It's not okay to criticise my vagina if you disagree with me

It's not okay to criticise my vagina if you disagree with me

Posted by Helen Wilson189WE on September 25, 2015

Recently, a photograph of a group of teenage girls in shorts and bikini tops and another of a pouting teenager in a similar outfit turned up in my facebook feed. They were labelled 'slags' and the caption said they were thirteen. Rather than quietly deleting them, I commented that sexualising young people says more about those calling them slags than it does about the people in the photograph. I also said that there is no justification for calling any woman a slag because women have the right to enjoy sex just as men do.
Apparently, I was missing the point and it was all just a bit of fun - and, besides, they clearly were slags. Would I let my daughter dress like that?
I tried to answer each point made to me, this drew the conversation into paedophilia and hebephilia and rape. I was then criticised for this - the person who asked the question was not.
I was called a man-hater for saying that attitudes like 'they're asking for it' gave tacit approval to rapists.
A woman - a WOMAN! - tried to insult me by calling me an angry feminist. I don't understand why she wasn't an angry feminist when our young people cannot dress as they please without being perved over ("I wonder how long I would get?!"). And told me I needed to get over it because we have the vote...
Finally, I was told, by one commenter, that not only would he pour acid on me if I was on fire but that I was jealous because I was too old and shrivelled to be raped and, also, that I had a vagina like a wizard's sleeve. I gave the young man a quick science lesson about what, exactly, would happen, if he poured acid on a fire, informed him that I would tell the man who did rape me that he should check with this lad next time he felt like raping somebody and ignored the wizard's sleeve thing because I had had enough and didn't feel like getting into the whole stereotyping of wizards debate at that time.
I dread the thought that my son might turn out like that young man.